raw blow/Rob Lowe

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Friday, July 29, 2011

maybe it's like this

I used to be a swimmer
charging my limbs
against the steady water
sometimes lifting my head
to gasp for air
each lungful
pumping regret
through my veins
now,
I'm lying on my back
in an ocean
effortlessly
letting my body
rise and fall with
the sigh of each
crest and lull
and only occasionally
does my head go underwater
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